Chapter 602: Wait a Little Longer, the Wound Will Almost Be

Do you want to wait until public opinion reaches its peak before exposing Jiang Qingran's tricks”< He also didn't hide it from her, "Hmm." >His eyes were slightly cold, the path from heaven to hell, a...Old Master was still behind her, relentlessly accusing her.

As soon as the words were spoken, four or five burly bodyguards surged from the hall and blocked Menglan's path as she was about to ascend the stairs.

Looking at this group of menacing bodyguards before her, Meng Lan felt a pang of despair.

It seems like she's not going to let this go today.

Uncle Zhao had long since been terrified, his face as white as paper. With a bang, he knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master, the young lady grew up under your care. Even if she was in the wrong first, it has nothing to do with the children..."

“Shut up.” Grandfather Feng coldly rebuked, “This place isn’t where you get to be in charge!” He even found Menglan annoying, turned his back and directly called for the bodyguard, waving his hand, “Take her away quickly!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bodyguards immediately surged forward, pressing their hands on Meng Lan's shoulders and preparing to take her away. Just when everyone in the hall thought Meng Lan was crying out for herself, they noticed her face was surprisingly calm.

She didn't even resist, walking expressionlessly to the side of Old Master Feng and suddenly curling her lips into a light smile.

Dream Orchid was increasingly taciturn, and the old master felt his pride being challenged. His face instantly darkened with displeasure.

He raised his cane and slammed it down on the ground, furious. “Stop right there! What are you laughing at”

Meng Lan steadied her feet, straightened her spine. Her slender frame looked so fragile, vulnerable to the slightest blow, yet her entire being emanated an aura of haughty defiance.

“You keep accusing me, but I feel sorry for you,” her voice was soft yet piercing. “You’re so concerned about Feng Mu’s marriage, is it truly for his well-being It’s just that you think the Wang family can bring more benefits to the Feng Corporation.”

"Be quiet!" Old Master Feng rebuked, his face ashen with gloom.

“Your tongue coating is white, and there’s a hint of black on your hairline. If I’m not mistaken, your body hasn’t been doing well these past few years.” Meng Lan deliberately emphasized her words, trying to provoke him. “You put your own selfish desires above everything else, wanting your grandson to marry Wang Zhi Shan in order to secure the development of the Feng Group. But is he truly happy”

"As I see it, you're the selfish and cunning one!"

“You...you’re so bold, shut your mouth!” Old Master Feng was furious, his face red and neck thick, his arms trembling. “I tell you, even if the last person to marry into the Feng family wasn't Shan Shan, it would absolutely never be you!”

"You... You don't deserve it!"

Abruptly, Menglan let out a soft chuckle, so light it was almost inaudible, yet laced with heavy sarcasm. "You're mistaken," she said, "Even if you bestowed upon me this title for free, I wouldn't care."

I don't care anyway.

Every word was crisp, filled with disdain, as if this title that had almost every woman in the world vying for it held no value in her eyes.

Especially Wang Zhisan's face changed like colors on a spice rack.

She gritted her teeth tightly, barely suppressing any hint of emotion.

She watched as the maid carefully bandaged her palm, feeling strangely humiliated. She impatiently wriggled free.

It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much effort she put into her performance, it was still not as good as Menglan just standing there, arrogantly doing nothing!

She couldn't understand —

Where am I falling short

“You…” Old Master Feng’s face flushed red. He had lived for so long and never been reprimanded by a younger generation before. Where was he supposed to put his face

"Take him away." His hands rested on his cane, his spine straightened, and an aura of imposing power suddenly unfolded. "If I had known this day would come, I should never have entertained old feelings. The daughter of a murderer, could she ever be anything but trouble"

He kept shouting, "The daughter of a murderer!" His words were more piercing than countless daggers attacking at once. Menglan's face drained of all color in an instant!

She clenched her fists tightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her slightly parted red lips trembled as if ready to unleash a furious retort.

Finally, her lips trembled slightly, a choked whisper escaping her. Tears rolled down her cheeks slowly.

She had no evidence. The medical malpractice incident from years ago was like a branding iron, forever seared onto her. It held her captive to that label.

At the moment of helplessness, the bodyguard shoved her from behind. Meng Lan was caught off guard and stumbled forward. As she was about to fall onto the shards of glass on the ground, a big hand suddenly reached out and firmly held her up.

"Who moved" A warm voice, yet devoid of any emotion, echoed in his ear.

Menglan was more shocked than if she had been thrown to the ground. Her whole body trembled, and she immediately pulled away from his hand that had gripped her wrist.

"Can I eat you" Feng Mu pulled her wrist back again, forcefully opening her palm, and looked at the faint bloodstain in her palm, his eyes darkened.

"Stop this. Your grandfather is here, treat him well. And your fiancée's hand could be cut, Mr. Feng, take good care of household affairs. I, I'm going to the police station!" Menglan spoke calmly.

She accentuated the last few words, letting them fall into Feng Mu's ears. However, he heard a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

This woman never spoke a soft word to him, yet she could effortlessly stir his emotions.

Feng Mu's heart was restless, watching her about to leave with the bodyguard, he muttered a curse and with a sweeping hand, forcefully pulled her back. "Come back here," he said in an imposing voice, "when have you ever been so obedient"

Meng Lan stumbled a few steps and fell into his arms. The scene was extremely ambiguous. At this point, the faces of everyone in the Feng family living room changed unpredictably.

Wang Zhisan, unwilling to accept defeat, ran up to Feng Mu's face, her eyes sparkling with tears as she complained softly, "Brother Feng, I always thought you were someone who could tell right from wrong, but this time it was clearly her who pushed me first. Look, I'm bleeding..."

Feng Mu glanced at him, sneering, "Oh Really"

Wang Zhi Shan was secretly pleased with her impressive acting skills. She reached out and wiped away a tear, continuing in a pitifully charming voice, “Although it was Dream Boss who pushed me, I think she probably didn’t mean to…”

"What I mean is—wrapping it up later, the wound was almost healed." Feng Mu looked at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Being publicly ridiculed, Wang Zhisan was stunned and didn't know how to continue. "I... You don't believe me"

Feng Mu didn't bother to respond to her, looked away, and coldly cast his gaze upon the group of gossiping maidservants. His voice was icy, "The old master has been here for so long, not even a cup of tea"

Uncle Zhao, tomorrow all of them will be dismissed. The Feng family will only keep those who are useful!

As soon as the words were spoken, a chorus of pleas for mercy rose from the maids in the living room. Feng Mu remained unmoved, his face cold as ice. Old Master Feng was so angry that his nostrils flared like fans, and his raised arm trembled slightly. "You ungrateful brat! Are you trying to insult me by saying I'm old and useless with this charade"

"Grandpa, you're overthinking things. After all, you still have the energy to meddle." Feng Mu's tone was respectful, but his words carried a hint of sarcasm.

He ordered Zhao Shu to clean up the glass shards on the floor, then led the reluctant Meng Lan to the sofa. He personally poured a glass of plain water and said, "But Grandpa, you're not getting any younger. You should worry less about some things."

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Please remember the first release domain of this book: . Biquge mobile reading URL:ll need you to change the personnel tomorrow.”"No problem." Uncle Zhao responded nonchalantly, but in his heart he was already overjoyed. He had long been disgusted with this group of shrewish women w...